A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born

one who picked the

with windows that had

currently snowy, so anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of

room all year round, no matter how beautiful the scenery

His thin stature made the

had almost given up on

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer

was standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine

to take the medicine,”

Mark seemed like he had not heard

just stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today

when

a smile and said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would

her favorite food,” Mark

But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about

began to

stopped

but he never did. It seemed it was better if he

call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give

Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

buy you some pumpkin pies. You

medicines from him

and a nurse came in to help put on the

was done, Mark

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he finally fell

This time,

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He

doctor had almost given up on

He had lived two months longer than the doctor

behind him with a glass of water and medicine in his

time for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in

seemed like he

staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very

twitched when he heard

of the year, the Evans Gardon

favorite

“How about you

to fumble in his pocket for

then, he stopped and shook his

but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all.

call her,”

didn’t have to give

this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of water

“Please take your medicine.

buy you some pumpkin pies. You can

the medicines from him and swallowed

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to

Mark looked

on his phone got weaker and weaker

Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a

Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that

behavior was much

secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when she

this Cecilia in his

in his arms and gently stroked his

this point, Mark

the hospital room were

closed his

felt he needed to have more

ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt

to buy the pumpkin pies by

nurse was in

wanted to return home. He missed

in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment on Gamous Road, which was where he used to live with

couldn’t change

would never give up as long as he was

if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would never

determined to stay strong and fight

now, he was finding it difficult to go back to

the bed and started to

he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it

to go

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought of

came back

into a snowstorm on his way, so

in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with a

he saw the paper planes Mark had been making and

arranged the paper planes and smiled

have some of

Mark only actually took a

not more than

he put down the

eyes and looked

home and have a family reunion,” he

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him. But he could see that Mark was

Mark’s phone rang. It was a

now, it was around

somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID. For a long time, he didn’t say or do

you,” Peter

broke into

boy,” he

it might concern Edwin, he decided to answer the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was a

voice sounded a little

him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia.

had given birth to a girl that had

phone trembled so violently that he

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark,

Mark closed his eyes.

you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

another brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter

knew that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark

the first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to end up

Mark sniffed and put down the

of the call, he never even dared to ask

room all along, was eager to hear what had been

“What happened?” he asked.

while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s been

this and he did

he said with a

of

agreement and began to stroke one of the paper planes he had

back home

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glance

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